Harm

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William’s blood ran cold with Greta on his doorstep bloodied and hurt. His mind went into overdrive as he picked her up and brought her inside. As he set upon cleaning and bandaging her wounds his mind wandered. His eyes watered as he slammed his fists on the sides of the sink. Once again he couldn’t protect his little sister from being hurt. His body wracked with sobs as he took her to his bed and laid her down a tear falling and hitting her cheek as he left to go crash on the couch.

"You were alive… when I…" he spoke his eyes widening in untold horror tears still streaming down his face. "No you were dead I check your pulse and everything Greta I wanted to be sure… to be sure you were gone" his voice hitched. "Had I know Greta i wouldn’t have I never would have…what has Harm done…" he sobbed out slamming his fists into the floor. As the tears still stream down his face he gets up his eyes basically dead as he goes into the kitchen.

"since I’m not your big brother anymore I guess there was no reason for to take my meds again…" he picks up a rather large prescription bottle and tosses it on the floor rolling til Greta would be able to see the label as an anti-psychotic medication. "I mean I only went through years of therapy and medication just to cope with what I had done… but if you hate me that much Greta… then I guess there is no point to this any of this trying to go back to the way things were."

He turned his eyes betraying the pain as well as his body look liked it was weighed down by lead. “I guess this is where… I just say that I love you lollipop I may not be your Wolfy anymore… but i do care…you…you can leave if you want…I won’t stop you after all I won’t be long for this world anyways…” he spoke his hair falling in front of his face as he chuckled as he looked up at her. “I guess you will get your revenge for your death albeit by my own hands… because what kind of Wolfy can I be with out my Lollipop?”

Greta watched as William crumpled to the floor. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight. Her entire life had been a series of ups and downs with him. Back and forth between his moods, his unstable rants in third-person; she’d witnessed her brother crumple to the floor more times than she cared to count. And honestly, she only saw it as an act at this point. What sane person wouldn’t see it that way? Especially when the one on the floor was the one who tried to murder them? She was out of sympathy for the man who used to be her brother.

“Well there’s a fucking reason you never became a doctor,” Greta replied. “You’d put a tag on a sleeping man’s toe.”

William was up, walking out of the room. A rather morbid curiosity befell the seventeen year old and she followed, gliding silently through the air to see where he was headed.

The kitchen? The hell?

More words from his mouth that she didn’t care to listen to. Blah fucking blah. It took her everything she had to not wring his neck just to get him to shut the Hell up. She’s sick of this. Even after she thought she could be rid of him, he was pulling her back into the same damn routine.

Wait— that bottle on the floor…

Greta stared down in slight shock at anti-psychotic medication. The bottle looked half-empty, as if… he’d actually been taking it. But he’d never been on medication before. Why would he start now? These thoughts buzzed in her head, blocking out the rest of what he was saying, until he all but spelled out to her his intention of suicide.

With one fluid motion she darted to him pushed him back into the wall. Her eyes flashed red, and when she spoke, her voice distorted and echoed from every angle at once.

“ W̫͉̗̹͜h̯̺͓͕̝ͧ͆ͣ̎ͭͦ̉̕A͓̭ͭ̿͞t̡͍̩̹̝̼͍͓̍ͮ ̴ͣḏ̮̓I̞̣̟̖͖̘̅́Ḓ̥ͬ̎͋̅́͠ ̰̖̜͟yͪͧ̿҉͈͎ò̱̙͔͌̈͞U̷̍̚ ͭ͐S̸͓̹̟͈̣̿͋͛ͧ̌̚a̭͚̲̰̞̯ͬ̈ͬ̌̓͂Y̰̩̖͖̫͒ͪ̎́?̥̦̰̬̲̪͍ͤ͆̋!̰͎͑?̮ͪ͋͟ͅ ” she demanded, gripping William by the throat. Years of unanswered fury came boiling over. The entire house shook.

“N̴̦̳̙̼̙͑̽ͨ̇̿͊̑Ȏ̠̩͚̟̝͋ͪ̇̋!̭̙̤̜͖ͨ̽ ̭̥̦͉̄̓̽̓̅ͅY̱ͧͭ̃̓̈̐o̘̗̖̺͉̜̱ͫu̳̻̇̂̃͊͗͛̚͟ ͕͛̏ͩ̊̉͐͞d̙̫ͮ͊́On͈͖̄̿ͬ́͋͑ͧṯ̨͕͉̪͔̟̘͂̒ͤ̓ ̮̪̮̯̱́̄ͦͫ̄g̳͈̘̬̟̈́͑ͩ̾ẽ͔̔̎̚̕T̖̗̮͕̻ͦ́̎̈͋̄ͅ ̩̮̪̪͓̯́t̡͖͗̅ͪ̄͊o͘ ̮̫C̵̖̺̱̀̚H͙̗̖̻̥̬̣̉̕o͋̿͊O̝̅̏SE̛̺̱̱̠̼͇͆͗̌ ͓̪̹ͥ̆͑͗T̫̟̥̳ͥ̑ͣH̵̜͗ͨ̃͗ͬͨ4͔̜̬͔̘̠͚̆ͬ͝T̹̼̝̝̘͖̫!̫̘̰̲̓ͩ͑͋̀̆ ̡ͬ̏ͤ͋̀̈̓D̢̳̠̪͖͍̃Ó̡̼̺͒̈́ ̦̥̱̩͋ͧ̓͘y̫͔̠̝͊̽̐̿̒̎ÓU ̛͍̞̰̖ͦ͐̄͑̉͛ͤh̸̰͉͍̮̠̹̥̋͗̐͛ͯ̒̊E͇̥̗̪̺̲͈͞A̷͉̼̝̳͈͈̱R̻̆ͤ̃ͨ̽̒̿ ̙̫͕̪̻͖̟̈ͭ͑̎͠M̩͐̃͂̑̒͝E̸̫͇ͪͯ̓ͣ͂͒?̠̪̥͝!̖̙̘̫͍̌̉ ̯͇̰̘͌͆ͦ͑͊ͯ̚Y̟̺̲̤̹͈̪̍ͭ̽͠O̧̮̠̭͕͖̬̠Ū̘̝̠̮̰̞̉̎ͣ̃ ̨̣̿ͮͩͧW̝̝̲ͅͅiL̠͊͐ͭͬͯ̃ͅL̷̪̊ ̹͎͈̗̔͊ͅd̮͚̤͓̦̄̂͛ͥI̾͛E̲̘͉ͧ͌ͫ̑ͅ ̶̬̝̝̲ͬͨ̄ͯ́̊W̝͔͖̜̖͖̳̃̈́Ḫ̼̺͔̥͙̖̅̋3̤̀͐ͩ̓ͣ̾͑N̞͉̱͓̬̭͒ͭ

̴͕̱̻͚͛I ̝̼̂̈ͭͥ̑S̢̹͓4̩̣ͫ́͛̑ͯ̏̌Ÿ̎ ̸͍̳̮̟̳̾y̍̋ͥͧ͐̐O̘̺ͮ̃͆U͎̖̭̣̱̿̓͆̉̾ ͇̲͍̙̥̉͌̀C̸̼̦4̙̜̖̥̙͖͆̐̆̊͛̚N̫̼̞̙͉ ̭̻̳͌D͎̗̏̍ͥI͓̮͔̦͈̤͙ͭ͌̍͌̈́͞E͓̻̣͈̠͌ͣ̄ͫͪ̕,̳̫̱͍͗̿ͭ̑̽͂ͅ ̙̣̏̒4̴̙̼̮̱ͫ̓ͨṊ̅̒͒̈̏͟D̶͖͕̆̂ͪͪͦͭ ̡͓0̫̰̫̞ͧ͊ͭͧN̸͇̹̲͉͉̘ͤL͛͑Y̥̞̼̞͈̭͈ͮ́̿ͧ̎͠ ̯̟̦͑̏̎͆̕T҉̦͍H͎̲̬͔ͬͤ̋ẻ̺̗̭̖̬N̡͎̣ͪ͐ͅͅ !̶̗̦̪̝͕̪̈́ͫ ͖͇̚͞ Yͧ̀0̶̥ͬ̏̑̄͒́U̸̳͔͌́ͮ͊ ͖̘̭͂ͮ̃D̻̜̘o̟̦̪̹̯ͨͫ̒̇̋ͨ͝N̤̮̾T͇͉̦̮̩̮̹ͦ̀̒͞ ̵͙ͩ̎̈́́͆G̭̱̉ͪ̚3̝̹̖̈̃̑ͪ̑T̩̝͂̑̎ ̯̃Ṫ̷̗̜̦͚ͫ̚h̸ͣ͆ͭ̓ͯE̱͔̥̠̙͎ͥͣ͗ ̨̩͍͚E̜̺̫͉̭̝͡A̡͑͐̈̾̑5͙̻̪̺̂͋͑̂Y̹̜̘̝̯ ͉̙̹͚́̌ͯ̂ͭ͋W̻̙̦̘͚̲͉̿ͬͫ͝À̴̰̻̣͙̮̌̈Y̶̜͕̪̖ͧͭ̒̑̊ͤ ̪̳̺̄̂̊́̐Ö͕͍͇͐ͤ͛ͩͮU̴̘̬͛͌T̰͇͓͐͆͛͢ !̨̣̼̲̺̆͑͌!̭̫̳͕̩!̨̘͍”

Greta threw him to the floor and backed away, never taking her infuriated gaze from him.

“When the time comes, I’m going to find you and watch the light leave your eyes. And when your wretched soul finally leaves your body, I’ll be there to drag you to Hell, myself. So if you even think about cutting your lifelong punishment short, or you try to disappear so I won’t find you, I’ll drag you through purgatory and drop you right back here where you killed me and make you live it all over again!”

The shaking slowed to a slight tremble. Only when she was finally done screaming at the pitiful man did she allow herself to return to her mortal body. The mist retreated to her, reconstructing her physical form. When she was finally back to her normal self, she tore away the bandages and tossed them to the floor to reveal healed wounds.

“Though I guess one reason for me to thank you for what you did is that now it takes a lot more than a baseball bat and cardboard coffin to kill me.”

#thisdeadlysecret #oooooohhhhshiz

William looked up at her and chuckled before out laughing hysterically. His eyes going to hazel she was used to seeing as it seemed like a switch had been flipped in his brain.

"Harm wonders why you are so upset that William wishes to die. After all it was Harm who ultimately killed you while little old Billy had to suffer watching the light fade from your eyes" he snarked with a dark smile on his face

"It's funny watching Billy suffer so under Harm. Billy just want to be able to keep you safe but ultimately it was you who caused Harm to be born" he said with a dark and cruel laugh. "Harm only cam about after you came into the family Billy could handle his issues but then you came... you began the vicious cycle"

"Billy was such a good boy took all of his meds because he couldn't hurt his precious little lollipop. Billy loved her so much he was willing to die even at a young age to make sure Harm couldn't touch you"

"then when those pesky authority figures died and left you with your Wolfy. Wolfy had to decide if he should continue his medications or keep you fed and clothed"

A smile that would make even the most evil of creatures proud erupted onto his face as he hammered the final nail into her coffin.

"Billy gave up the sanity he had to keep you... properly cared for. So how do you feel It knowing that you were the one who ultimately cause little good boy Billy to become Harm's little puppet?"

roleplayermemes

Your character walks into my muse's room, only to find them fast asleep and half-hanging off of their bed, the blankets twisted into a mess around them. How does your character react?

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#besafemyfriends

(☉_☉) (( icouldn'tresistsorrynotsorry ))

William’s blood ran cold with Greta on his doorstep bloodied and hurt. His mind went into overdrive as he picked her up and brought her inside. As he set upon cleaning and bandaging her wounds his mind wandered. His eyes watered as he slammed his fists on the sides of the sink. Once again he couldn’t protect his little sister from being hurt. His body wracked with sobs as he took her to his bed and laid her down a tear falling and hitting her cheek as he left to go crash on the couch.

"BECAUSE DESPITE EVERYTHING YOU ARE STILL MY BABY SISTER! and no matter how much you hate me or vice versus i refuse to sit idlly bye while my little sister is bleeding on doorstep!" he yelled tears finally escaping his eyes his scars a screaming red almost as if they were fresh as he body wracked with geniune sobs. "I couldn’t let death take you again… not when I have my lollipop back…"

The sound of William shouting right back jolted Greta completely awake and her glare intensified. “Despite everything?” she repeated incredulously. “Despite everything?! Don’t you talk to me like you’re the victim here, William! Not after EVERYTHING you did to me! You were perfectly fucking content to sit by while I suffocated after you buried me alive! Why is now any different?!”

Greta’s physical form began to evaporate. Molecule by molecule, cell by cell, her body turned to a gaseous substance until she was left completely non-corporeal. When the transformation was finished, her body was quite literally floating in the air around her, her molecules ready to take any form she may choose. The spectre freed herself from William’s grip by becoming momentarily intangible and darting to the side, away from his reach but still in his vision.

“Take a good long look at what you did. What you turned me into! Not like you actually fucking care. I’m not your Lollipop. You lost the right to call me that when you buried me. And you’re certainly not my Wolfy. The big brother I thought I had never existed in the first place!”

#OMGFEELZPLZ #thisdeadlysecret

"You were alive... when I..." he spoke his eyes widening in untold horror tears still streaming down his face. "No you were dead I check your pulse and everything Greta I wanted to be sure... to be sure you were gone" his voice hitched. "Had I know Greta i wouldn't have I never would have...what has Harm done..." he sobbed out slamming his fists into the floor. As the tears still stream down his face he gets up his eyes basically dead as he goes into the kitchen.

"since I'm not your big brother anymore I guess there was no reason for to take my meds again..." he picks up a rather large prescription bottle and tosses it on the floor rolling til Greta would be able to see the label as an anti-psychotic medication. "I mean I only went through years of therapy and medication just to cope with what I had done... but if you hate me that much Greta... then I guess there is no point to this any of this trying to go back to the way things were."

He turned his eyes betraying the pain as well as his body look liked it was weighed down by lead. "I guess this is where... I just say that I love you lollipop I may not be your Wolfy anymore... but i do care...you...you can leave if you want...I won't stop you after all I won't be long for this world anyways..." he spoke his hair falling in front of his face as he chuckled as he looked up at her. "I guess you will get your revenge for your death albeit by my own hands... because what kind of Wolfy can I be with out my Lollipop?"

(☉_☉) (( icouldn'tresistsorrynotsorry ))

William’s blood ran cold with Greta on his doorstep bloodied and hurt. His mind went into overdrive as he picked her up and brought her inside. As he set upon cleaning and bandaging her wounds his mind wandered. His eyes watered as he slammed his fists on the sides of the sink. Once again he couldn’t protect his little sister from being hurt. His body wracked with sobs as he took her to his bed and laid her down a tear falling and hitting her cheek as he left to go crash on the couch.

William awoke with a start and rolled off the bed to dodge the book she had thrown. “GRETA CALM DOWN!” he exclaimed somehow how holding her arms so she couldn’t hit him. “You are going to reopen the wounds you had idiot!… honestly you were passed out due to blood loss on my door step like hell I was going to leave you out there for some brute to come along and hurt you! you may hate me Greta and you have every right to but like HELL will I allow some pighead have his way with my baby sister!”

The second William put his hands on her she shouted and thrashed, instinct and past pain telling her this would be a repeat of Halloween all over again. The haze of sleep was still weighing on her, clouding her judgement and rational thinking all the while making her fear and anger more acute. “And why the hell should I believe you?!” she demanded angrily, kicking at him. “LET GO, DAMN IT!”

#omgfeelsplz #thisdeadlysecret

"BECAUSE DESPITE EVERYTHING YOU ARE STILL MY BABY SISTER! and no matter how much you hate me or vice versus i refuse to sit idlly bye while my little sister is bleeding on doorstep!" he yelled tears finally escaping his eyes his scars a screaming red almost as if they were fresh as he body wracked with geniune sobs. "I couldn't let death take you again... not when I have my lollipop back..."

(☉_☉) (( icouldn'tresistsorrynotsorry ))

William’s blood ran cold with Greta on his doorstep bloodied and hurt. His mind went into overdrive as he picked her up and brought her inside. As he set upon cleaning and bandaging her wounds his mind wandered. His eyes watered as he slammed his fists on the sides of the sink. Once again he couldn’t protect his little sister from being hurt. His body wracked with sobs as he took her to his bed and laid her down a tear falling and hitting her cheek as he left to go crash on the couch.

A numbed sense of relief washed through her when William laid down beside her. Knowing he would be there, Greta finally allowed herself to let go of the weak grip she had upon the waking world and slip into a sleep she desperately needed.

There were no dreams. No sense of time. Just darkness. Darkness and a small piece of eternity in the void her sleeping mind fell into every time she laid her head down. Ever since her brush with death, that’s all deep sleep was to her. Travelling back into the void she’d managed to elude. The void one could only travel to if not alive, and yet she was not dead.

Suddenly the darkness was no more. Blurred visions of a familiar room were the first things her eyes could see. What had she been dreaming? She couldn’t recall. As the teenager rolled onto her back, a thought struck her. This wasn’t the old, uncomfortable mattress of her foster home. Where was she? What… what had happened? The last thing she remembered was knocking out that meta-powered criminal, and then nothing.

Her senses came back to her bit by bit. Once she was awake enough, Greta realized she wasn’t the only person in this bed. Slowly she turned to see who she had somehow shared a bed with. For one very long moment her heart literally stopped.

“No!” she screamed in horror. The young woman jumped from the bed and flew back from him, hitting the wall with enough force to make her entire body scream with pain. A gasp left her throat and she coughed, holding her side. She took a second to remember how to breathe before grabbing the nearest object and chucking it at William. “What did you do to me? How did I get here?!” she demanded. “Tell me! NOW!”

William awoke with a start and rolled off the bed to dodge the book she had thrown. "GRETA CALM DOWN!" he exclaimed somehow how holding her arms so she couldn't hit him. "You are going to reopen the wounds you had idiot!... honestly you were passed out due to blood loss on my door step like hell I was going to leave you out there for some brute to come along and hurt you! you may hate me Greta and you have every right to but like HELL will I allow some pighead have his way with my baby sister!"

#thisdeadlysecret

A rather unorthodox Father's Day. || Closed rp with outofharmssway

William groaned before waiting his green eyes focusing on the rather adorable five year old with a pout on her face. “Well hello there Lollipop why you awake so earlier…” he said rubbing his face sitting up before pulling her into snuggles. “What if I wanna snuggle my favorite little sister all day hm?” he says laughing before he starts to tickle her mercilessly.

"Better be careful or the big bad Wolfy is gonna gobble the Lollipop up.." he grinned before blowing a raspberry in her tummy. "Now what do you say to chocolate chip waffles this morning Lolli"

A smile lit up Greta’s face when Billy finally woke up. Geez, it only took him, like, forever and a half! The snuggles were returned happily. She squealed when he suddenly began tickling her, giggling and thrashing her tiny limbs in a feeble attempt to wriggle from his giant arms.

“Billy, cut it out!” she giggled, shoving at him and eventually wriggling free. At the mention of chocolate chip pancakes she gasped, her eyes lighting up as if he’d said a magical spell. “Yeah! Pancaaakes!” she exclaimed excitedly. The four year old hopped onto Billy’s back, wrapping her legs around his chest and her arms around his neck. “Carry me, carry me!”

#dawwwwwbillyandgreta #thisdeadlysecret

"When would I ever not carry you loliipop" he said hoisting her up as he got out of bed. As He did he sat her down in her special chair as he made the pancakes the smell of chocolate and cake batter wafting through out the apartment. "Now today is just going to be us because the nice man Dr. Dunstan wanted you and me to spend more time together so next time you seem him give him a biiiig hug alright" he said with a smile as he put her plate down the pancakes already cut up and covered in her favorite topping with a glass of milk.

adaptedandsurvived

"Stop-- look, I know you're trying to help, but stop it." Harm said holding onto the still bleeding wound in his leg.

"Okay, okay," Darwin said, pulling back. "Do you want me to call 911?"

"Eh…. me and her have a complicated relationship right now…" he said tearing off a bit of the shirt he was wearing to make a makeshift bandage. "I was kinda an ass to her when I was younger and wasn’t a good big brother… so I wouldn’t be surprised if she does hate me"

adaptedandsurvived

Darwin shrugged. “Can’t change that. You can work on making things better now. Most people warm up if you look like you might be dying, no lie.”

"I just don't think its a good idea plus... last time she saw me I was in jail..." he said softly as he tightened the bandage and shambled up his legs a bit shaky.

#adaptedandsurvived

(☉_☉) (( icouldn'tresistsorrynotsorry ))

William’s blood ran cold with Greta on his doorstep bloodied and hurt. His mind went into overdrive as he picked her up and brought her inside. As he set upon cleaning and bandaging her wounds his mind wandered. His eyes watered as he slammed his fists on the sides of the sink. Once again he couldn’t protect his little sister from being hurt. His body wracked with sobs as he took her to his bed and laid her down a tear falling and hitting her cheek as he left to go crash on the couch.

"Greta?…" he exclaimed before rushing over his eyes wide in surprise as he sunk to his knees by her bedside. "Greta who did this to you!? what happened!?" he asked so many questions before he shut his mouth biting his lip. "I’m…I’m sorry Lollipop… Wolfy couldn’t protect you like I promised…" he said softly wrapping his arms around her sobs wracking his body.

As William’s arms wrapped around her, Greta was silent for a good long minute. A few more tears slipped down her face. If she hadn’t known any better, she could have sworn he wasn’t acting. At least he had enough humanity to pretend for a while. That was what she needed. Comfort. Even if it wasn’t genuine. Even if he still wanted to kill her, at least she could have this… this bit of time where things felt like they were before he’d snapped.

“I’ll be okay,” she whispered weakly. One arm lifted to return his embrace and clutched at the back of his shirt. “Fought a meta… really strong,” she replied, letting out a sigh. “But I won… yay…” She rubbed his back, her eyes slipping closed in relief at the familiarity of the embrace.

“Lay with me. Please.”

She was going to pass out at any second. And she didn’t want to sleep alone.

"Of course Lollipop anything you want...Wolfy will take care of you alright?" he spoke laying next to her gently holding his little sister in his arms. He was glad she was safe if nothing else and at least here he could protect her. He just wanted her safe those friends of her's be damned. He held her close as they slept as he almost emitted an aura that was comforting to her but a warning to any possible threats to stay away.

#thisdeadlysecret

"I would like to think my father raised me right he was police officer… well both of my parents were he believed in making sure people were safe and respectful of others rights as human beings, super heroes or whom ever they were" he said as he smile brightly at her. "I didn’t mention it because that would have been rude miss Haka as it doesn’t detract from your natural beauty it only adds to it besides I have seen stranger saw a man who’s body was entirely ice but still lived and breathed"

His words surprised her, greatly so it had even caused her eyes to widen a bit, but only for a moment and then her eyes were again focused ahead of her. "Adds to my natural beauty…?" she repeated, quite confused. “I admit I see everything as being beautiful but, myself, that is a separate matter which never before came to mind.” Hakamorra lifted her head to yet again look at him, she stopping the walk. "You do not jest me, do you?" The man of ice was interesting but the confusion she had overwhelmed her interest at the moment.

#hakamorra #gentlemenwilliam

"I would not jest about this kinda of thing miss Haka as it would only serve to insult and hurt you and I wouldn't want to do that" he said softly as his eyes met her own signalling his sincerity. "Whoever failed to tell you that you are beautiful is sorely lacking and needs to learn that every lady should be complimented on her beauty, intelligence. and her heart every now and then."

"I would love a swim actually and I am William Hayes pleasure to meet you Miss Haka but please call me Billy" he said with a soft smile as he offers her his arm to hold as they walked. "I will always respect a lady regardless of my mood I get rather irritated with men whom think they can order them around once punched a guy for it then again he tried flirting with my at the time underage sister and he was close to my age" he said chuckling awkwardly feeling a bit out of place as a light blush dusted his cheeks. It had been sometime since he had been in the company of others besides his sister.

Gladly hooking her arm through his she had followed suit, soon enough their strides becoming equal. "Aye, even though the years have changed, manners should not. I believe everyone should be respected equally. Of course this only happens in fantasy worlds." Her land sort of was just that, but only toward the ways of living and it’s creatures.

Hakamorra glanced up toward him out the corner of her right azure eye, taking note of the strange discolouration in his cheeks skintone. To be honest she had not a clue what it meant. “I am quite surprised that you treat me so well, more surprised that you have yet to point out my odd features.” she noting to her ears with a flick of one and her tail with a upward then downward sway.

"I would like to think my father raised me right he was police officer... well both of my parents were he believed in making sure people were safe and respectful of others rights as human beings, super heroes or whom ever they were" he said as he smile brightly at her. "I didn't mention it because that would have been rude miss Haka as it doesn't detract from your natural beauty it only adds to it besides I have seen stranger saw a man who's body was entirely ice but still lived and breathed"

#hakamorra

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He had very good manners, now that was a rare thing to come by, especially for one from the city. Perhaps these two nights would not be so dull. "I thank you for the respect; a walk sounds lovely. I often do a bit of night swimming in the lack if you are interested in accompanying me." It was always more enjoyable to swim at night and with the full moon they would have plenty of light. “I do not think I ever got your name, sir. Nor have I given mine. Hakamorra Lyanchy Farrasarrow; Haka if you so wish.”

#hakamorra #dawblushywilliamisblushy

"I would love a swim actually and I am William Hayes pleasure to meet you Miss Haka but please call me Billy" he said with a soft smile as he offers her his arm to hold as they walked. "I will always respect a lady regardless of my mood I get rather irritated with men whom think they can order them around once punched a guy for it then again he tried flirting with my at the time underage sister and he was close to my age" he said chuckling awkwardly feeling a bit out of place as a light blush dusted his cheeks. It had been sometime since he had been in the company of others besides his sister.

Claimed

6.) Me for two nights

"And I still remain confused on this matter. The only thing I do during the night is roam outside, train, or read in the library." she sighed. "Well, I am yours for two nights, sir."

#hakamorra #gentlemenwilliam

"If you wish we can simple walk around a bit? I am an insomniac myself and could use the company. Then perhaps we can spend time in the library tomorrow evening?" he asks smiling gently "I am not one take advantage of a young woman. I was raised right by my father and it wouldn't be right for me to do so therefor I will do my best not to insult you or impud on your honor. But do tell me if i do something disrespectful as I am not familiar with your kind's customs as well as my own though I am willing to learn what I can"

zeeseal

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#ooc #be careful

Death Would be a Mercy [closed RP]

This was the end and William knew it he knew there was no turning back now. As the blade he made cut deeper into his skin he winced in pain but he would not cry out. It would alert the guards and he had no right to cry out for what he had done. He laid in bed contemplating his end he only hoped it would grant his little sister peace with him gone. After a few hours and the fact that he was feeling weak but still living some how he cursed before he finally said to fuck it all moved his chair and tied the noose around his neck as the blood poured from his arms he kicked the chair away praying to whoever would listen that he would die in peace.

~[third person PV]~

The alarms were sounding as guards ran across the jail escorting a gurney with a thirty something year old man barely clinging to life as the doctors desperately tried keeping him alive. The inmates looked on in almost pity as the man they came to know as harm had finally snapped under the weight of his crimes and chose to die by his own hand versus' the states'.

A woman calls up the only somewhat living relative and with a heavy heart she speaks. "Miss Suzie... we have some terrible news to tell you William Hayes after finding out they had moved up his execution tried to commit suicide at 3 am this morning... he is in critical condition and they don't know if he is going to make it... if you wish to say goodbye now would be the time... thank you" as the woman hung up she collapse into her chair as she wrote up the report. His psychologist Dr. Dunstan wasn't going to be happy he was already up at Washington beating heads in for stupidly putting a death sentence on the man. She pinched the bridge of her nose and made the call to the Doctor hoping he wouldn't be too angry.

#thisdeadlysecret #closedrp #tw:suicide

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William’s blood ran cold with Greta on his doorstep bloodied and hurt. His mind went into overdrive as he picked her up and brought her inside. As he set upon cleaning and bandaging her wounds his mind wandered. His eyes watered as he slammed his fists on the sides of the sink. Once again he couldn’t protect his little sister from being hurt. His body wracked with sobs as he took her to his bed and laid her down a tear falling and hitting her cheek as he left to go crash on the couch.

It took a lot for Greta to actually become injured nowadays, especially in her spectral form, but this time had been a doozy, and her enemy, powerful. She’d won eventually, but barely. It had completely worn her out and left her unable to return to her spectral form to heal. Pure instinct was to blame for the fact that she somehow managed to wind up on his doorstep of all places, but there she was. Barely holding onto consciousness. She was in and out of darkness for a while. She was slumped against the door. Then, she was in his arms. Next, the familiar bathroom. Finally, she found herself laid upon a bed. His bed.

Weakly, her hand reached out and clutched at his arm. She didn’t want to be alone. There was so much pain, and she wanted the days back where he could make her pain go away. If only for a bit. Couldn’t he grant her that illusion? Just for a bit?

“Stay,” she managed to whisper. Tears welled in her eyes and slipped down to the pillow beneath her head. “Please…”